Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Panama and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
10cc,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.